Elite Overlord LeSabre™
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A/N: Here is the proper sequel to my 'Lurking in the Shadows' fic, which is on hold indefinitely. It features Lisa, my own OC, as well as Sadie, an OC created by Haruka of Hoenn, one of my good friends who helped me beta read this fic. It also features a few characters from the Pokemon games as well as new characters created for the fic specifically.
This will be a short fic, with ten chapters at the very most. If you have any questions about anything referenced in the story, feel free to ask! (There are plenty of real world references here, just like with my other story)
Enjoy!
PROLOGUE
HEARTHOME CITY, JULY 6, 2:49 PM
The blue skies over sprawling Hearthome City were clear and bright, without a cloud to be seen. In the northeast side of town stood a large, colorful building. Its multicolored domed ceiling sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. An array of signs and banners outside marked the occasion: "Hearthome City Pokémon Contest Today!" in traffic-stopping letters. The parking lot was full, but quiet. There was nobody milling about outside. Instead, the noise came from within the building - a mix of loud cheering and applause that could be heard all the way across the street.
It was here that the crowd was gathered - a vast, vibrant auditorium where the bleachers graced the sky. Although the walls were bare and no confetti or glitter rained down, nobody seemed to care. The crowd clapped and cheered, their hands flying about wildly. Everyone had their eyes glued on the stage in front of them. It was a magnificent sight, illuminated by thirteen floodlights that stood on the floor. A bright spotlight mounted above cast a bright glow upon the center of the polished wood platform, as a green and yellow Pokémon with a sombrero atop its head disappeared from view in a brilliant red light.
A voice came over the PA speaker system, somehow resonating even over the raucous cheers that filled the arena. "And that concludes the first round! Please give your applause to Miror B. and let's go to our panel of judges for their thoughts on his performance!" The contestant, a tall, lanky figure dressed in gold and with a gigantic red and white afro atop his head, bowed and turned his attention toward the right as the cheering eventually died down. Now the crowd was waiting in anticipation of the judges' commentary.
A bright spotlight was now focused on three individuals standing behind podiums. The first, a young woman in a business suit, commented, "The trainer is a very accomplished and skillful dancer, but unfortunately, we're here to evaluate the Pokémon's performance, and his was fairly elementary, to say the least." The numbers 4.6 appeared on the front of the woman's podium.
"I must concur," said the next judge, a well-dressed older man with a beard. "The trainer himself would have easily earned a ten for his dancing but as far as his Ludicolo… 5.2, and that's being generous."
The final judge, a younger man with red hair, said nothing, but only displayed a 4.1 in front of him. Inexplicably yelling, "My tempo was off! Oh, this won't do, this won't do at all! Let's go! Escape!" Miror B. ran off the stage, disappearing into the thick velvet curtains on the left side.
"Now, please give our judges time to evaluate the scores and decide who moves on to the next round!" The cheers of the crowd eventually quieted into numerous conversations between the spectators, as the lights dimmed and the three judges made their way backstage.
Among the fans was a young girl, nondescript in a white top and lavender skirt. She was sitting comfortably in her seat. Not engaging in conversation, she was instead examining a small case in her lap. Within it were five ribbons that glittered in the faint light.
"It's a big load off my mind having five Contest ribbons already, she thought to herself. That means I can sit back and enjoy this Contest without having to worry about taking part." Smiling, she closed the case and slipped it into the red handbag next to her. Now she brushed her black hair away from her face and turned to face the stage.
Back on stage, the lights turned back on and loud fanfare over the PA system brought everyone back to attention. A blonde woman had stepped out from behind the curtains, wearing a frilly pink top and a miniskirt. She basked in the applause for a few moments, then raised her microphone.
"Our judges have completed tallying the scores for the first round and are ready to announce the top eight who will be moving on to the second round! Here is head judge Bruce Fowler with the results!"
A tall, older man emerged from the right side of the stage, wearing a black tuxedo. Rubbing his thick gray beard as he approached the center, he accepted the microphone from the young woman. "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! We saw a spectacular show of Pokémon moves and maneuvers from all of our contestants. If it was up to me, everyone would move on to the second round, but unfortunately, we have to narrow the field down to eight!"
Unbeknownst to the crowd, a cloaked figure holding a briefcase had made its way to the stands.
"With the highest score in round one, Molly Blackstone!"
Amidst the shouting and clapping, the mysterious figure moved to a position just behind the last row of seats.
"Next, we have Christine Bowman!"
The figure set the briefcase down on the floor and began taking out the long, slender object stored within.
"Also moving on to the second round, Vernon Lee!"
The individual squinted, and through the lens it saw its target. Lock and load. Caught up in the excitement of the Contest, the crowd still had not noticed.
"Please also offer your congratulations to Elizabeth Wilson and Chuck Wheeler!"
A few rows down, the black-haired girl was absorbed in the events onstage. The lights were all so bright, her eyes needed a quick break. She yawned and turned her head to the side, where it was darker. In that split second, she saw the figure take aim. A shiver ran through her body as she stood up and screamed, "Watch out!"
But she was too late.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The deafening sound of rapid automatic gunfire pierced the entire Contest Hall. Mass panic and chaos ensued as the entire crowd began pushing and shoving in a frenzied free-for-all, trying to escape the building. Amid the screams of horror and frantic yelling, nobody noticed the cloaked figure slip out a back exit. Nor did anyone notice the judge, Bruce Fowler, lying on his back, a pool of crimson liquid surrounding his now lifeless form.
Outside, the police and ambulances were already arriving on scene, the noise of the sirens barely perceptible over the panicked screaming of the crowd, now gathered outside the Contest Hall. It was pure chaos – some people were frantically running about, others were on their knees crying out, while still others just stood in stunned shock. Overhead, as if on cue, dark gray clouds began to invade the skies above town.
Within a minute, the parking lot was filled with blue and white Ford Crown Victoria police cars that attempted to snake their way through the frenzy of frightened people. Police officers stepped out of the vehicles, trying to calm the chaotic crowd down. Through their bullhorns, one officer shouted, "Everyone, please settle down! We are here and equipped to handle the situation. If anyone saw what happened, please come forward now!" Meanwhile other officers had infiltrated the throngs of people, trying to restore order and ease the fears of the still-frightened Contest attendees.
The black-haired girl's heart was racing. She put her right hand over her chest and her left hand on a van in the parking lot, not caring that its theft alarm was going off. Her knees shaking, she yelled, "Oh my God, what happened? I can't believe this!"
Halfway around the world, at the exact same moment, another girl also yelled, "Oh my God, what happened? I can't believe this!"
This will be a short fic, with ten chapters at the very most. If you have any questions about anything referenced in the story, feel free to ask! (There are plenty of real world references here, just like with my other story)
Enjoy!
PROLOGUE
HEARTHOME CITY, JULY 6, 2:49 PM
The blue skies over sprawling Hearthome City were clear and bright, without a cloud to be seen. In the northeast side of town stood a large, colorful building. Its multicolored domed ceiling sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. An array of signs and banners outside marked the occasion: "Hearthome City Pokémon Contest Today!" in traffic-stopping letters. The parking lot was full, but quiet. There was nobody milling about outside. Instead, the noise came from within the building - a mix of loud cheering and applause that could be heard all the way across the street.
It was here that the crowd was gathered - a vast, vibrant auditorium where the bleachers graced the sky. Although the walls were bare and no confetti or glitter rained down, nobody seemed to care. The crowd clapped and cheered, their hands flying about wildly. Everyone had their eyes glued on the stage in front of them. It was a magnificent sight, illuminated by thirteen floodlights that stood on the floor. A bright spotlight mounted above cast a bright glow upon the center of the polished wood platform, as a green and yellow Pokémon with a sombrero atop its head disappeared from view in a brilliant red light.
A voice came over the PA speaker system, somehow resonating even over the raucous cheers that filled the arena. "And that concludes the first round! Please give your applause to Miror B. and let's go to our panel of judges for their thoughts on his performance!" The contestant, a tall, lanky figure dressed in gold and with a gigantic red and white afro atop his head, bowed and turned his attention toward the right as the cheering eventually died down. Now the crowd was waiting in anticipation of the judges' commentary.
A bright spotlight was now focused on three individuals standing behind podiums. The first, a young woman in a business suit, commented, "The trainer is a very accomplished and skillful dancer, but unfortunately, we're here to evaluate the Pokémon's performance, and his was fairly elementary, to say the least." The numbers 4.6 appeared on the front of the woman's podium.
"I must concur," said the next judge, a well-dressed older man with a beard. "The trainer himself would have easily earned a ten for his dancing but as far as his Ludicolo… 5.2, and that's being generous."
The final judge, a younger man with red hair, said nothing, but only displayed a 4.1 in front of him. Inexplicably yelling, "My tempo was off! Oh, this won't do, this won't do at all! Let's go! Escape!" Miror B. ran off the stage, disappearing into the thick velvet curtains on the left side.
"Now, please give our judges time to evaluate the scores and decide who moves on to the next round!" The cheers of the crowd eventually quieted into numerous conversations between the spectators, as the lights dimmed and the three judges made their way backstage.
Among the fans was a young girl, nondescript in a white top and lavender skirt. She was sitting comfortably in her seat. Not engaging in conversation, she was instead examining a small case in her lap. Within it were five ribbons that glittered in the faint light.
"It's a big load off my mind having five Contest ribbons already, she thought to herself. That means I can sit back and enjoy this Contest without having to worry about taking part." Smiling, she closed the case and slipped it into the red handbag next to her. Now she brushed her black hair away from her face and turned to face the stage.
Back on stage, the lights turned back on and loud fanfare over the PA system brought everyone back to attention. A blonde woman had stepped out from behind the curtains, wearing a frilly pink top and a miniskirt. She basked in the applause for a few moments, then raised her microphone.
"Our judges have completed tallying the scores for the first round and are ready to announce the top eight who will be moving on to the second round! Here is head judge Bruce Fowler with the results!"
A tall, older man emerged from the right side of the stage, wearing a black tuxedo. Rubbing his thick gray beard as he approached the center, he accepted the microphone from the young woman. "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! We saw a spectacular show of Pokémon moves and maneuvers from all of our contestants. If it was up to me, everyone would move on to the second round, but unfortunately, we have to narrow the field down to eight!"
Unbeknownst to the crowd, a cloaked figure holding a briefcase had made its way to the stands.
"With the highest score in round one, Molly Blackstone!"
Amidst the shouting and clapping, the mysterious figure moved to a position just behind the last row of seats.
"Next, we have Christine Bowman!"
The figure set the briefcase down on the floor and began taking out the long, slender object stored within.
"Also moving on to the second round, Vernon Lee!"
The individual squinted, and through the lens it saw its target. Lock and load. Caught up in the excitement of the Contest, the crowd still had not noticed.
"Please also offer your congratulations to Elizabeth Wilson and Chuck Wheeler!"
A few rows down, the black-haired girl was absorbed in the events onstage. The lights were all so bright, her eyes needed a quick break. She yawned and turned her head to the side, where it was darker. In that split second, she saw the figure take aim. A shiver ran through her body as she stood up and screamed, "Watch out!"
But she was too late.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The deafening sound of rapid automatic gunfire pierced the entire Contest Hall. Mass panic and chaos ensued as the entire crowd began pushing and shoving in a frenzied free-for-all, trying to escape the building. Amid the screams of horror and frantic yelling, nobody noticed the cloaked figure slip out a back exit. Nor did anyone notice the judge, Bruce Fowler, lying on his back, a pool of crimson liquid surrounding his now lifeless form.
Outside, the police and ambulances were already arriving on scene, the noise of the sirens barely perceptible over the panicked screaming of the crowd, now gathered outside the Contest Hall. It was pure chaos – some people were frantically running about, others were on their knees crying out, while still others just stood in stunned shock. Overhead, as if on cue, dark gray clouds began to invade the skies above town.
Within a minute, the parking lot was filled with blue and white Ford Crown Victoria police cars that attempted to snake their way through the frenzy of frightened people. Police officers stepped out of the vehicles, trying to calm the chaotic crowd down. Through their bullhorns, one officer shouted, "Everyone, please settle down! We are here and equipped to handle the situation. If anyone saw what happened, please come forward now!" Meanwhile other officers had infiltrated the throngs of people, trying to restore order and ease the fears of the still-frightened Contest attendees.
The black-haired girl's heart was racing. She put her right hand over her chest and her left hand on a van in the parking lot, not caring that its theft alarm was going off. Her knees shaking, she yelled, "Oh my God, what happened? I can't believe this!"
Halfway around the world, at the exact same moment, another girl also yelled, "Oh my God, what happened? I can't believe this!"
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